ELLA POV
Vampires.
My mind registered the scent immediately, and everything faded into the background.
My senses snapped on alert, and Frederic’s body hovering mere inches away became mere furniture.
Probably the same thing was happening to every other wolf scattered around the bar. Everyone had apparently caught the same scent at almost exactly the same time.
It was impossible not to.
Vampires smelled wrong.
Not bad, exactly. Not like rotten corpses walking around in expensive clothes, as human movies liked to suggest.
Their scent was colder than any other, strangely muted beneath whatever perfume, soap, or cologne they wore, with something metallic threaded underneath that my wolf recognized long before my human brain caught up.
Blood.
Old blood.
Cami rose beneath my skin so a
